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[redbird]

Snow, snow, and more snow. I woke up to the white drifting gently down outside the window, and went back to sleep. Two hours later, the pile of snow on the fire escape outside was higher, and I got up and made tea.

It seemed obvious that this was a Saturday to spend lazily at home. We eventually pulled on some clothes, took the stale whitebread and tossed it to the ducks, who were clustered near the shore as their bit of open water turned to slush, then tromped back to the little store downstairs for fresh bread, milk, and paper towels. Just that walk was tiring, because we were going through the full depth of the snow, as more blew in our faces, sticking to my glasses and reducing visibility.

I have bifocals. I'm not supposed to have to look over the top of my glasses to see where I'm going.

It was a good day for cooking, though. Corn-raspberry muffins for breakfast (a quick and easy prepared mix, with frozen berries thrown in), toasted cheese sandwiches for lunch, and stuffed peppers and roast chicken for dinner. All very tasty, and comforting, and somehow what one does on such days.

The friend whose stove I tried to get turned on doesn't get it. He didn't want to stay home for the gas company, he wanted to play bridge, and he has now emailed me, asking what makes me think he wants a working stove, since he's done fine without one for four years.

Do I tell him I wanted to do it for the people whose stove he keeps coming over to use, regardless of their convenience? And point out that if he really did fine without one, he wouldn't be driving over to his exes' house on a weekend morning to make French toast?

And do I try to get a ride out to Moshe's for a New Year's Eve party? Or do I stay home, and not worry about whether I see the new year in?

For the answers to these and other questions--and what about Naomi?--tune in tomorrow to Love of Chair.